Broken images,
Shattered mirror.
Lines of reality
Beginging to blur.
Slient sleeping,
Eyes wide open.
Green grass fading to brown,
Dying, just like truth.
Truth does not seem to last,
In our reality it cannot stay.
Like false lies, it fades away,
Into the dust of space and time.
It carries no meaning,
Like meaning less rhyme.
Sleeping never to awake,
These mirror shards,
Take my day
And turn it.....
To eternal night.
 
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